Hand inside the honey jar
Face deep in the dirt...
Don't Look Back
Darkness closes in on me...
Will I ever be enough?
I don't think I will...
I've been alone now, for a few years
Fighting my own fight and wiping my own tears...
Stagnate in motion, bound by your hate
These words flow freely, yet carry no weight...
Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
Silently
We were out for walk when I turned her way...
Your laughter speaks the loudest
And you tell me that you're fine...